Numb [to the Guns]
Aesop Rock
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Atop the news this evening this just in! Thanks Bob! Due to extreme technology advancements I'm able to report to you live here From what military officials are Calling a "hot zone" As you can see and hear I'm right in the middle of the battlefield Our Pentagon regulations asked us That we are, uh To stay towards the uh, back of the unit But, let me see if I can Bring us a little closer So you can see exactly what's going on What'd I miss? 900 CC's of the raw in one fist The bum's dumb blitzed Order in the court where The mortars jump bricks Everybody, lung on the table This point counterpoint Aesop has the murkiest Yet he numb out the prowler oint (uh) And after bubblegum, he sink into the sofa Clicker to pilot his broadcasted Choice of cobra (hissssss) The venom remains the same Game of stale toxins camo'd with the now Ornamental satellite options Whatever's good I got this grave half dug (true) with Yani covering Taps to make the Pain worse than it was (nooo) Playing marbles (playing marbles) Hit by a bus (hit by a bus) Death is sweet (death is sweet) Hell sucks (sucker) Damien probably wishing I'd donate a f*ck But this shit's chiller than any Conversation I've had in months The iron fang drew 'em all loopy (real loopy) So when he extended a hand The planet's Cujo's went Snoopy In perfect syncopation Burnt to crispy critters Like synchronized swimmers in boric rivers M-m-m-m, poor soaked critters Lick chop dig-in Who dares lick a shot at pigeons? Why I oughta (Vast get em) He surfs city circuit's for the Power and the glory To the cowards in the quarry you Will always blink before me Its Doc Roc full-effect, campfire stories Like I "Threw Your Momma From the Train" To try to front on "Porkies" He finds the garbage more inspiring Than the good stuff (right) His ink sleeps while the military look tough Look, im sorry, crooked priority list But Mr uSA-up-all-night's blackened Heart already skips I'm 'bout to crash this bitch to hibernate Tell Wolf Blitzer holler at his boy When he hosts "Blind Date" It goes spit on CNN and force the War back through the cable box Where M1's are like stage props Aimed at latest names dropped So now he ignorant, right? (right) No, he just accepts the Inevitable apocalyptic syllabus Sing along, Zooka dies of chemical poison And watch 'em bring it on Dag nabbit, that cat's bastard I dead opinions and swap it out for the urges Of a serpent trying to stuff it In the jam before the curtains He's numb to the guns (right?) Thanks to the tank cams Glued to the box like the Opposites will shake hands (no) Enough hell for the world's hand baskets Enough cells for the world's hand captured (come on) numb to the guns (right?) Now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery Yes dawg, he recognize the history (look) Yes dawg, he recognize the misery (right?) But switch for element of surprise and demise From M-16's or disco and hula hoops Murder the fads before the fads Murder you and yours Me and mine find T&A on TNT Pleasing to the iris more than TNT on DNA (oh) morbid but important (right?) I know, stop Mork porked Mindy in this episode, watch POW be buzzing for the rumbling Cannons and less amateurs, bystander analyst Went through the "Holy fuckin' shit I'm gonna die" phase Now it's "Well, I'm gonna die Let's get this barn's sides raised" So when they ask "what's your Opinion on the war?" I tell 'em "War sucks donkey dick What's the Knicks' score?" Maybe it's his allergies to Horns and pitchforks (umm, umm) Dusk muskrat (uhmm) elephant tusk jab (uhmm) Elegant bloodbath (right?) , leggin it, egg 'em on Television preg-a nant and medicine is born Ketamine'd out, community duel glazed over Blank white sockets Lookin for a heavy seven richter to shiver The crocs right up out they options Novacaine, bloodwork Spoon though the Loch Ness Hostage, no shame, suck the fear out his muck So when the nozzles hit his nostril He don't give a f*ck after all It's just like on TV around the clock Them thorns are real The anger management is not He's numb to the guns (right?) Thanks to the tank cams Glued to the box like the Opposites will shake hands (put 'em up) Enough hell for the world's hand baskets (heh) Enough cells for the world's hand captured (look) numb to the guns (right?) Now he touch buttons that'll re-route imagery (uh) yes dawg, he recognize the history (uh) Yes dawg, he recognize the misery But switch for element of surprise and demise (come on) ? Like that yeah, we don't watch that We don't watch the war, we watch fucking Fucking Bikini Car Wash Shit's more amusing to me these days Sorry if that makes me an asshole
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Written by: Brad Delson, Chester Charles Bennington, Dave Farrell, Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda, Robert G. Bourdon
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